My Poetry
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Lavender
Lusting lavender
Seductive scent of slumber
Diffuse your magic
Monday, May 1, 2017
The Void
We're born into a bottle
filled with idle waves of restless hopes
Scrape the waste from our hollow shells
and hear the fainting echoes of despair
Nothing can save our anemic hearts
from wanting more and bleeding dry
Enough is never really enough
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